Broken Throne's Return

Up above the highest peaks of the world, stands a palace that towers over all, emanating an energy so overwhelming that one might feel that the heavens itself, turned into a structure and became this palace.

But few could even reach this place before walking through the crystal-like roads, and the sovereign auras of the towering mountains, piercing above the clouds with their enormous size.

Despite this power, this overwhelming power from just the presence of such a structure within the mountain range, it is broken. The palace bears cracks and holes on its surface, but how about the inside?

It is not in a better shape, it is still riddled with the scars of battle, with gusts of energy coming from this wounds on the palace, as if the divine construct itself is bleeding.

Inside one of its rooms, one of the few remaining rooms within the palace that does not bear any destruction to its body, to its once glorious visage.

A man is sitting in one of the chairs, the room different from the rest of the palace, that instead of gold and emerald like crystal making it up, the room looked like a large wooden library.

The small candle lights lighting up the corners, while the center of the library where one enters from the tall doors in the hallway, is bright with the glow from the exquisite and delicate chandelier hanging from above.

The shelves holds mysterious books, gemstone-like bones, scrolls with life-like designs, and others. The walls are sometimes occupied by a painting that is no inferior to the peak of beauty that the worlds can give, with contents that vary wildly.

In one of the rooms of the library, a northern compartment within the seemingly endless library, lays a man with glasses, reading a book with a topaz-like cover. The words inside the book emanating light, competing with the movement patterns of auroras.

He is wearing purple clothes, but not just any clothes. It is the clothes that emperors, kings, and nobles would wear, with designs so intricate and enigmatic, few things can match it.

Not only is the clothes he is wearing magnificent, it is also a magical equipment, one of the best in the entirety of the Myriad Worlds, left behind by the superpower faction in the Dusk Immortal Era, forged himself by the long gone, Immortal Saint.

But most unusual thing out of him, is he holds no aura at all, just like a normal mortal, which is unprecedented when he is inside one of the most blessed places of the world, the Palace of Gods.

He is fully captivated by the contents of the book, paying no attention to his surroundings but something suddenly happened, as he quickly stood up from his chair and looked at a certain direction, or rather, looked at the empty space, the building blocks of the world itself.

"I can feel it"

The man muttered as he teleported high above the ruined palace and into the open sky, his eyes closed.

The purple-clothed man aura suddenly changed, from one of nothingness to a holy one, to elaborate, an aura that seems to suppress any soul it comes into contact with and a light that seems to purify everything it touches till only the smallest particles is left.

This bursting aura wrapped around the man, when the same thing the aura is made up of came out in waves from the man and started to spread everywhere around him.

The sky, the empty space, the mountains, the ground, and especially the ruined palace.

After a moment, it all then turned into a giant magical formation that involved the whole pocket realm that belongs to the Palace of Gods, uniting into a single thing, absorbing aura and releasing them as one, causing the place to emanate energy that it hasn't done since the previous era.

But fortunately, it quickly stopped, as the tattered state of the Immortal Saint Realm can't possibly handle using such huge amounts of energy, something that took the entire energy and force of its members when it is in its peak, and especially with the lack of control by its rightful owner, the Immortal Saint.

After this massive changes of energy from the Immortal Saint Realm, the purple-clothed man remains the same, with no changes at all to his demeanor, expressions, and place.

He seems to be lost, his eyes tearing up looking at space till he can no longer hold it back, causing teardrops to start flowing from his eyes and falling into his suit.

"It is true, it is really true. Master's Immortal Throne has resurfaced, the Immortal Throne of Sainthood has returned. This means, that master could still possibly be alive" He said with sadness and pain, as he himself is aware of how unlikely that is, especially with the price that his master had to pay for power.

The man returns to feeling like a normal mortal, making a beautiful contrast with his lone figure up in the sky and the auspicious energies that surrounds him.

<The Supreme Tower>

An old man with hair that shines with the color of grey, his white robe contrasting but at the same time in harmony with his hair.

The old man seems to be originally talking to one of his disciples, only to feel the disturbance in the worlds, a disturbance that signified the revival of something powerful, the return of something that reigns in power over the rest of his peers and himself.

The disciple he was talking to seems to have also felt the disturbance, and felt terrified that something could have possibly done such a feat directly towards the space of the Myriad Worlds, and the Immortal Realms.

"T-t-t-th- this aura! How can this possibly be? This aura belongs to that being, the same aura that hangs upon the World Seal"

"Yes, it is that, but don't worry, according to the records, even the Immortal Saint couldn't have possibly survived that"

"You mean that being?"

The passage of time have forged new path that the present walk, that despite the devastation of the worlds, new things could still develop.

One of this new thing, is the Immortal Realm Path, the path that differs from the 3 Immortals of the Dusk Immortal Era, a path where instead of connecting with the hostile Myriad Worlds' collective consciousness, a new realm is forged and is then fully merged with that, to officially be considered an immortal.

All over the Myriad Worlds and the Immortal Realms, the ancient and powerful monsters of the world from every corners, from every race, innately felt the waves happening to the worlds.

While those weak enough not to feel it, might be lucky enough to be in a site where anomalies happens, or unfortunate to sense the arrival.

Random and empty spaces gets ripped apart, the sky turning completely bright with a blinding golden light, the wounded is healed with a green light that comes from the trees and ground, and the weak turns strong

Few of the various kinds of occurrences that has popped up all over the place. The Immortal Throne, not silent at all at its return, and instead came with a bang.

In the space divided from the Myriad Worlds, is a realm where darkness reigns, and the rule of the jungle is strictly adhered to, also saw or rather felt the return, as despite the loss of their Immortal-level Realm Lord, the realm has not deteriorated much compared to their ancient past.

Within the center of the Myriad Worlds is the Chaos Space region, a region of the Myriad Worlds where the fabrics of space is continually ripped apart, causing spatial storms to form within it, easily elevating it to be part of the Ominous 10.

In the center of this spatial natural grinding machine is an egg, an egg that is the size of a head, and has a fluctuating color but always has 9 kinds of colors at the same time no matter how much the color patterns of the egg changes.

This egg in turn is surrounded by a round green-gold cage, with it slowly rotating like a planet.

From within this egg is a being, that looks on with cold eyes at the recovery of the immortal throne.

In his shack, Fleurian is sleeping peacefully, the early morning rays just barely coming up over the land. But discord is about to descend to ruin this peaceful sleep.

"Is it day already?"

I complain as I rub my eyes, and open them, only to see an endless void, illuminated only by the object that emits light like a sun in the distance.

"What? What is this?" I quickly gain soberness, and turned active in this mysterious place.

"Come closer" A voice suddenly rang, a voice that seems to have came from the dark void itself. It sounds very kind but, there is something off about it.

"Who are you? What did you do to me?" A say with a rising amount of hate, hate for the possibility that this might be my end.

"Just come closer to the light" It rang once again.

"No! For all I know, you could be proficient in soul arts, and trying to lead me into a trap" I yelled at the voice, not the least bit complacent at its presence.

"I- "

Suddenly after that slight exchange, my location suddenly changed in an instant and I am now in front of what seems to be a throne, a really broken throne. Besides the green-gold energy flowing from it, its surroundings also look like a mix of gold and green, like the dark void but instead of black, it is green and gold.

The broken throne gold in color, with beautiful green marks. It seems to have lost 4 of its stands, with most of then taking a huge chunk away with them, more than half of the back rail is gone, the left side of the throne is almost entirely gone, while the right arm has chunks of its parts gone.

I am surprised, from appearances alone it looked like a horrible work of a chair, far from the impression that it could be a majestic throne. Though there is this innate feeling that it is indeed a significant object and a throne at that.

And that seat, sheeesh, that is probably not comfortable, considering it just seems to be completely made up of what seems to be metal.

While I was busy admiring the beauty of the broken throne.

The voice appeared again, and this time, felt like it came from the throne.

" I never thought that the day would come that I would say this, but did my Immortal Throne made a mistake when choosing you?"